User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20150410175241/@comment-26024035-20160425035139

"Oh, we were just givin' ole Scurvin an offer. Pity though, he doesn't seem much interested." The rat licked his lips and smiled at his captive, prickling the stoat's throat with the broad dagger. "As bad at life..." He offered an epitaph. "as he was at dice." He cupped a paw over Scurvin's mouth and cut the dagger across his throat.